bookcurios Chapter 122 The Fall of the First Qilin
Chapter 122 The Fall of the First Qilin
I don’t know how much time has passed.
With a final scream, the First Qilin perished.
In an instant, the ancestral land of the Qilin was enveloped in a desolate atmosphere.
The spirit symbolizing the destiny of the Qilin clan let out a mournful howl, a sound that resounded through the heavens and pierced the hearts of people.
At the same time, the fortune of the entire Qilin clan began to surge rapidly, like a turbulent sea.
In just a few breaths, it lost as much as 90% of its weight.
The Qilin clan, who were fighting with the members of the Demonic Sect, also sensed this strangeness and froze on the spot.
The Qilin clan members looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes revealing shock and shock.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down their faces.
He spoke in a trembling voice, "My clan... clan leader..."
The words were on the tip of their tongue, but they simply couldn't bring themselves to say the last two.
The Qilin, in particular, seemed to have lost its mind, muttering incoherently, "Father... Father has fallen?"
"No...no, how could Father have perished?"
"It's all fake, it's all fake!!"
The Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and even those members of the Demonic Sect all gleaned some clues from the current dire situation of the Qilin Clan.
In an instant, a sense of desolation arose in the hearts of the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, a feeling of shared fate and mutual dependence.
In stark contrast, the members of the Demonic Sect were all beaming with ecstasy. They threw their heads back and roared, unable to contain their excitement and exhilaration. Their joy was displayed without any attempt to hide it.
"The Demon Ancestor is mighty!!!" Cheers rose and fell, echoing through the sky.
"The Demon Ancestor is mighty!"
In an instant, the myriad races of the prehistoric world, who were already at a disadvantage, lost their fighting spirit and suffered even greater defeats.
Every moment, countless lives are lost at the hands of the demonic cult.
Inside the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the faces of Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Hongjun were already ashen and extremely unsightly.
Looking at the last remaining wisp of undying spiritual light of the Primordial Qilin before him, Luo Hou intended to take action to completely extinguish it.
But then, Hong Yuan's figure slowly appeared in front of Luo Hou, and he quickly collected the last remaining undying spiritual light of the First Qilin.
Looking at Hong Yuan before him, Luo Hou couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
It's one thing for him to have his own dojo, but damn it, even the great formation he set up allows Hong Yuan to come and go as freely as if it were his own home.
Even its own owner couldn't detect it at all.
Is this reasonable?
This is unreasonable!
But Luo Hou didn't say much. He simply gripped the God-Slaying Spear, and with a flash, headed towards the direction of the Ancestral Dragon.
Hong Yuan smiled, and then his figure gradually disappeared from the scene.
But just after the two figures left, Hongjun's benevolent corpse, holding a spiritual treasure, slowly appeared here.
Hongjun's benevolent corpse, sensing the lingering terrifying aura, sighed with a touch of melancholy.
But soon, they also began to continue breaking through this key point of the formation.
Although the First Qilin is dead, Hongjun will not sit idly by and wait for death. The Zhuxian Sword Formation is indispensable, and he does not want to die.
Fortunately, although his method of severing corpses wasn't very powerful, it had the advantage of having many people to help him.
Therefore, after the fall of the First Qilin, it immediately sent out its own benevolent corpse to take over the formation's core.
At the same time, he did not forget to activate the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc to conceal the situation of his several severed corpses as much as possible.
After the fall of the First Qilin, the First Emperor felt a strange sense of unease.
The First Qilin has fallen, so who will be next?
Hongjun? Although Hongjun is not as powerful as Luohou, he is not someone Luohou can defeat in a short time.
On the contrary, he and Yuan Feng were the two weakest of the remaining three.
No matter what Yuan Feng does, Luo Hou will probably spare her as the last one to be killed, considering that she once had some karmic connection with the Daoist.
Then wouldn't only he be left?
As expected, it didn't take long for the Ancestral Dragon to wait before Rahu's figure suddenly appeared in his sight.
Looking at Rahu before him, Zulong's face was somewhat bitter.
"Demon Ancestor... if I die, will you spare my dragon race?"
If he were alone, his death wouldn't matter much.
The First Emperor would never be so humble as to beg Rahu.
However, he knew that he bore the weight of the vast majority of the dragon race's fortune and future.
With his death, the dragon race's fortune will suffer a severe blow and decline drastically.
At that time, the dragon clansmen outside will probably be unable to withstand the fierce attacks of the demonic sect.
Even worse, their dragon race might be wiped out in the primordial world, disappearing from the long river of history.
Therefore, even though these words sounded somewhat like begging, Zu Long couldn't care less at this moment.
Upon hearing this, Luo Hou couldn't help but let a wicked smile creep onto his lips as he glanced sideways at the Ancestral Dragon.
"What do you take me for? Just now outside, weren't you smashing this Demon Ancestor with great enthusiasm using the Ancestral Dragon Pearl in your hand?"
"Now that you see you're no match for this Demon Ancestor, you're starting to beg for mercy? Weren't you, Ancestral Dragon, quite arrogant back then?"
At this point, Luo Hou paused, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "However, this Demon Ancestor can give you that chance. As long as you disintegrate now, this Demon Ancestor can spare your dragon clan."
Upon hearing this, Zu Long's face stiffened. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.
At this moment, the First Ancestor still held a sliver of hope in his heart: what if, during his battle with Rahu, the Grandmaster Hongjun successfully broke the formation?
In that case, they might be able to turn the tide and win.
Even if Hongjun Laozu failed to break the formation, he would accept his death.
But he was still somewhat unwilling to be dismembered now.
Upon seeing this, Rahu immediately let out a cold laugh.
Without saying anything more, countless divine light runes appeared on the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, like a dazzling blood sun gathering behind him.
The dark, demonic flames coiling around it resembled the most ferocious venomous snake in the world, emanating a chilling aura.
Accompanied by a sharp, piercing, and soul-piercing howl, this power containing boundless terror and slaughter instantly swept towards the Ancestral Dragon.
When Zu Long sensed this, his hair stood on end. Under this attack, he had the illusion that he was being instantly swallowed up and annihilated.
His heart sank, but he still controlled the Ancestral Dragon Pearl to resist.
Sure enough, at the moment the God-Slaying Spear collided with the Ancestral Dragon Pearl...
Zu Long's face immediately turned pale.
He was instantly sent flying.
Large spurts of blood gushed from the Ancestral Dragon's body, weaving a shocking blood curtain in the air.
Originally, outside, he relied on the Ancestral Dragon Pearl in his hand, and although he was still no match for Rahu, he was able to hold out for a while.
But things are different here. This is the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. It is already extremely rare for the Ancestral Dragon to resist the endless sword intent in this formation with his cultivation level.
Now, with Rahu attacking him as well, the First Emperor was completely unable to withstand the attack.
Only then did Zulong realize why the First Qilin had perished at the hands of Luo Hou in such a short time.
Upon seeing this, Rahu did not stop at all.
Instead, they continued their attack on Zulong.
They were determined to kill Zu Long in the shortest possible time.